"Rina Lova is talented, but two at once?"
"She'll be forced out quickly."
"She should've fought for seventh. Too arrogant!"
But when the duel began, Rina's figure became a blur of silver light. Her whip carried elegance, each wave of her qi cutting like silk threads into steel. She parried one opponent's halberd while redirecting the other's blade, flowing between them like a dancer in moonlight.
"Is that all?" Rina's voice was steady, her eyes glacial.
The crowd erupted when, with a single sweeping arc of her silver whip, she sent both opponents sprawling across the arena floor, their weapons shattered. The protective-formations flickered violently as if unable to withstand the force of her final strike.
She also fell back in exhaustion and her shoulder bleeding heavily.
The elder's voice declared, "Winner—Rina Lova! She claims the fifth position!"
